It was as if she was gawking at the province of vermin. Mudded figures were sprawled around the plateau like huge gravel found in muck.
"That is them? The Arochi?"
"Ja."
"Peir líta út eins og blódug asnar." Tóra slyly remarked. Mottull cackled as he gently thwacked the girl's back.
"She truly is Helga's granddaughter." He breathed
Tóra saw a figure turn to face where she was hiding and swiftly hid in a cavern.
She heard a noise. She turned to find nothing in the cave, but once she turned, she faced her enemy.
She grabbed her by the neck and began strangling Tóra.
"Pretty sallow-face. You think you giant, but you weak like baby." she glared at Tóra. Tóra pulled out her dagger and slashed the German in the face.
As Tóra struggled to regain to her feet, she saw the visage of the beastly woman.
Gore painted into her auricomous scalp. Her visage was plastered with hatred.
Tóra screamed and darted towards the beast until a figure darted for the beast beside her.
Tóra recognized the figure, she knew those fiery locks.
Ila.
They both darted towards the woman and entered their daggers into her body.
The woman stared frightendly at the girls, only to succumb and enter the unknown.
"Thank you." Tóra breathed.
"I told you I have been waiting a lifetime to attack the bloody Arochi, Sallow Face." Ila slyly winked.
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The Abduction of the Northmen
RandomTóra is a bewitching young Shield-Maiden who's father and grandfather are on a voyage to Germania. When the men of Tóra's village return, they have with them the handsome captive Jordanes, but many of the warriors are missing, including her father a...
